All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Reluctant Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elara’s new life as Mrs. Blackwood began with a sense of overwhelming displacement.She had stepped into a world of privilege and luxury, a stark contrast to the life she had known before. Every corner of Damian’s sprawling mansion seemed to whisper of old money and aristocratic lineage—a world that felt as foreign to her as another planet. As she wandered through the corridors, each room more opulent than the last, Elara couldn’t help but feel like an outsider.Moving into the mansion was supposed to be part of the arrangement, a formality to solidify their public image as a married couple. But now that she was here, surrounded by this display of wealth and power, she wondered how she would ever feel at home. The mansion was stunning, with its marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and priceless art. But to Elara, it was also cold, impersonal, and daunting.She spent days exploring the estate, trying to familiarize herself with the labyrinth of rooms, salons, and galleries. The gardens,

“Who is he?” he asked, moving closer to her. He needed to find out what was really going on. The Elara in his memories was a strong woman who never bent to the will of others, but seeing her like this left him stunned. “Who?” he asked again. She wanted to open her mouth to speak, but words failed her. Fear had overtaken her as she shook uncontrollably.“Elara.” He touched her shoulders gently. “I think you need to calm down.”Damian tried to calm her down, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t control her feelings. Her fear and the memories she had tried hard to bury were crashing down on her. The weight was becoming unbearable as she struggled to breathe. Noticing this, Damian carried her out of his study.“Mr. Blackwood!” his butler called when he saw him rushing her out. “What’s wrong?”“Aiden, call the doctor!” he shouted. “Call Jack now.”“Yes sir,” Aiden said, pulling out his phone. He followed Damian and dialed the doctor’s number. “Hello, Mr. Jackson. Your attention is needed immedia

The soft beeping of medical equipment filled the room as Elara’s eyelids fluttered open. Confusion washed over her as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. This was definitely not her bedroom. Where was she?As her vision cleared, she spotted a figure hunched in a chair beside her bed. Damian, usually well-groomed, looked disheveled, with tousled hair and a wrinkled shirt. Even in sleep, his face maintained its impassive expression, one that Elara couldn’t help but admire.She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and scratchy. The slight movement caught Damian’s attention, and his eyes snapped open, instantly alert.“You’re awake,” he stated, his voice lacking emotion. Yet, Elara noticed a flicker of something—relief, perhaps?—in his steel-blue eyes.“Water,” she managed to croak out. Damian reached for a glass on the bedside table and helped her take a few sips.“What happened?” Elara asked, her voice stronger now. “Where is this place?”Damian’s jaw tightened. “My bedroom.”Sh

The atmosphere in the room was tense as Elara’s words lingered. Mrs. Blackwood was frozen, her face showing a mix of shock and anger. Damian, on the other hand, remained silent, his arm still wrapped around Elara’s waist.“How dare you!” Mrs. Blackwood finally sputtered, her voice trembling with rage. “You insolent little—”“Mother,” Damian interrupted, his voice firm. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”Mrs. Blackwood’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Damian, you can’t be serious. This woman—”“Is my wife,” Damian finished, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And as I said before, if you can’t respect her, you have no place in this house.”For a moment, it seemed as though Mrs. Blackwood might argue further, but instead, she straightened her shoulders and fixed Elara with an icy glare. “This isn’t over,” she hissed before turning on her heel and storming out of the room.As soon as the door slammed shut behind her, Elara felt her knees go weak. The adrenaline that had been fueling

The next day.“Good morning,” Damian greeted as she opened her eyes wide, as if she had just seen a ghost. “I hope you’re feeling better.” Elara felt surprisingly energetic, much better than the day before.“Yes,” she replied, sitting upright. Damian Blackwood had a strikingly handsome appearance that commanded attention. His sharp, chiseled features, dark tousled hair, and intense icy blue eyes gave him a mysterious and intimidating aura. He was so handsome that she couldn’t look away.“Are you done staring?” he asked with a smirk.“Yes,” Elara answered unconsciously.“Really?”“What!” Her eyes widened. “What did I just say?”He scoffed, enjoying her embarrassed expression. It was amusing to see her so flustered.“Have you captured and imprinted my look into your brain?”“And why should I?” she demanded, trying her best to hide what she felt. Elara was mortified and wondered why she couldn’t look away. Damian moved closer to her, lifted her chin, and looked straight into her eyes.“I